#same boy

[laurenkmyers]

[madrigaljail]

ME: Ok, finally, it's been a year, now I can at long last begin the scene where those idiots kiss.

ALSO ME: Mariano Guzmán - the first one -  was by most accounts a wholly unpleasant person, but for all his failings he did know a thing or two about agriculture.

[slxthserenade]

I miss you viscerally. With a gaping ache in my chest, with veins parched of blood. With hands itching to reach forward and hold your face. With an emptiness between my arms that pillows do so little to fulfill. With eyes that scan every crowd for a glimpse of your beautiful brown, and with a mind that refuses to believe you are a city away. I miss you viscerally, in spite of myself.

[geooooooorge]

This man really is a special one

https://twitter.com/RiaBish/status/1583945083212029952?t=NF26m8JZtWR__I_j2DMWAA&s=19

i felt that

[watmalik]

Boys are so silly 😌

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael Afton and Jeremy Fitzgerald are FNAF besties..

[hinamie]

spins him around trying to understand the pink mop he calls hair

[bubblingsteam]

How did you get so cool Kim??

+shitposts

[rayveneyed]

sukuna ryomen is somewhat of an infamous bachelor.

it’s not surprising to see him with a new beau every few months, if not weeks — almost trope-like in their frequency, his image bouncing between playboy and manwhore. he doesn’t take it personally, and he makes sure to let people know: he’s young and sexy and he has two oscars, for fuck’s sake, so he thinks the world can cut him some slack when he wants to mess around. and mess around he does.

between obvious paparazzi shots of panties tucked badly into his back pocket, and instagram posts with fellow actors and models pressed tightly against his chest, most are divided between thinking it’s either damn good pr, or a simple man living a life most would wish for. regardless, nobody is surprised when sukuna arrives alone at the mugler show for paris fashion week, and leaves with someone on his arm.

the only thing that came as a bolt from the blue was that it was you hanging from him.

the photos are undeniable, a story in parts; sukuna finding his seat in the front row, you on one side and kendall jenner on his other. his eyes drifting from the models to your face, as if taking a clandestine peek. you, meeting his underhanded gaze with a smile as sweet as spun sugar — and, gasp, sukuna returning it. the display is so out of character for him it feels almost voyeuristic to see it plastered all over twitter.

you, with your vintage, girl-next-door-esque image, big hair and big eyes and demure, calf-length hems, a voice that evokes the memory of helen forrest or ella fitzgerald. him, with his smudged eyeliner and tattoos and all-black attire, persistently typecasted as the panty-dropping bad-boy or devil-smiled brute. it shouldn’t work. for all intents and purposes, he should be spotted with a new supermodel the next week, leaving you in the dust of his philandering. most expect it, wait for the other boot to drop — expect an album of heartbreak from you, but—

a month passes. and another, and another. and suddenly sukuna ryomen, notorious rake, is photographed backstage at your shows. suddenly there’s an anklet hanging from your ankle, his initials in garnet. it’s early morning paparazzi pictures of you both in sweatpants and hoodies — yours, suspiciously oversized — one of his hands engulfing yours, the other holding a bag of takeout from a local breakfast spot, a lit cigarette in his mouth. hickies on your neck and a shit-eating grin on sukuna’s face. candid snaps taken at intimately sized parties, with his chin hooked over your shoulder and his large hands cupping your stomach. tiktoks of you both on the red carpet in the background of somebody else’s interview, sukuna leaning in close to brush an eyelash from your cheek.

neither of you confirm anything, but then — you don’t need to, do you?

[purgatorily]

favorite posts about dead boy detectives are the “omg cute lesbian date i’m so happy for jenny!!” followed by the inevitable “OH NO WHAT THE FUCK” ten minutes later

[queerdraws]

it's zoro's birthday!! happy birthday big guy, may you say many more insane things to your enemies in the coming years

[madrigaljail]

Deep in the "ok, they kissed. now what?" doldrums.

[egophiliac]

finally got some time to finish these guys up! which is sort of ironic considering I started these because I wanted to draw Malleus with a Dragapult, and then I just didn't for a million years!

Malleus has the aforementioned Dragapult, except it's a super special non-canon color Dragapult (like an anime-only form that you could get in-game exclusively through some limited-time event where you have to show up in-person at a specific location in Japan) (it has some wacky overpowered exclusive move/form and the OT is listed as Malleus) (so like that kind of ridiculous specialness) (Leona is extremely salty about this). also hoards and hoards of Dreepy. Dreepy LOVE Malleus. they take naps on his horns inbetween begging him to throw them across the island at mach speeds.

Lilia has a Drampa and a bunch of Woobat that he hasn't actually caught, they just follow him around in swarms because they sense a kinship with him. (also breaking my own rule again to say that he had a Mawile in the past, because...I just really wanted to give him a Mawile...)

Sebek has Sandile for obvious reasons, and also a Pikachu that bullies him relentlessly. :(

Silver has a shiny Corvisquire; I really went back-and-forth on also giving him an Aegislash, but...hm. those pokedex entries though. he can stick with just one for now.

(I hadn't planned on the shiny for him, but after I'd decided on the Corvisquire line and was looking it up for reference, I realized that shiny Rookidee is gold and then turns silver when it evolves and I lost my entire goddamn mind)

[wasabi-gumdrop]

Kabru has a secret admirer in the castle!

[asspinkie]

durge accidentally double-booked the boys

[crafteeauthor]

Edwin's ghostly double-age is so important to me. He's 16 and spent 70 years in hell. He's 124 and navigating the issues in his first real friendship. He's 16 and he helps ghosts move on to the afterlife like a mystery solving psychopomp. He's 124 and coming to terms with liking boys. He's 16 his hellfire-forged soul was used as a living battery. He's 124 and he's wearing his stupid little schoolboy uniform collecting trinkets with his bestie. He's 16 and he died over a century ago